Category: Inspirational

Dear ones,

I heard this song…redone by the Used or Chemical Romance (They actually sang this in Buffalo, NY to remember the tragedy of the Dec. 26th, 2004 Tsunami) This song was originally Performed by Queen and a great version is with David Bowie and Queen.

I started crying…thinking of so much lost during the Tsunami that hit shores of India, Sri Lanka, E. Africa.

I don’t know if this goes under inspirational…just brought me back to such loss and the fact that we’ll be travelling to Sri Lanka soon to see where the Tsunami hit…amazing…and I’m feeling ahead of time=the loss of life, homes, land that was experienced…I guess the lyrics here that hit me the most are: WHY WHY WHY?

Under Pressure by David Bowie/Queen

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man (woman, child) ask for
Under pressure – that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da – that’s o.k.
It’s the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba
O.k.
Chippin’ around – kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
People on streets – ee da de da de
People on streets – ee da de da de da de da
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming ‘Let me out’
Pray tomorrow – gets me higher high high
Pressure on people – people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man (woman, child)
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love
but it’s so slashed and torn
Why – why – why ?
Love love love love love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance
Why can’t we give love that one more chance
Why can’t we give love give love give love give love
give love give love give love give love give love
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

So there we are sitting in our little booth, finishing up a, tasty meal. It dawns on us, it’s time. Who will it be? Who will it be? Hmmm…. them! Who? Them, the couple behind me over my left shoulder. All right, lets do it! Our waiter comes over and asks:

Would you like to take the rest with you?

Yes, we would. Could we have our check? Ahhh, we’d also like to pay for that table.

Uhh…what table?

Any table really, but we were thinking of that table….

Fingers point discreetly, and the target is understood. We slip him a SMILE card and ask that it be given to them in lue of the bill. He walks over to the register and exchanges a few words with his manager. The Manager looks up, glances over, and smiles. The waiter returns and asks:

He wants to know if this table would be OK?

Again fingers point and the new target is understood. Sure! The new target is a family sitting at a large round table. There’s a young boy in a wheelchair smiling and talking. The waiter leaves us and returns with both checks. I place my credit card inside the dark brown vinyl check holder. He returns, I open the check holder and note that a large discount has been made to the bill. A crisp blue line has been drawn across the price for the entrées and a new one has been written in. 40% or so has been taken off. I smile and think: OK, Its tip time. I write in a tip, to thank them for the discount…..
We race off hearts pounding and faces smiling.

So tonight I’m paying my bills on-line and see the charge from the restaurant, somehow the tip is gone.